The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Том 2F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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... wave in ceaseless maze ; Aids the river's swelling train ; In the fountain's eddy plays : Down the hill , in slow meanders , Many a lonely region o'er ; Ever plaining as it wanders , Murmurs to it's native shore , LINES , Written in the ...
... wave in ceaseless maze ; Aids the river's swelling train ; In the fountain's eddy plays : Down the hill , in slow meanders , Many a lonely region o'er ; Ever plaining as it wanders , Murmurs to it's native shore , LINES , Written in the ...
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... , this lovely maid , Awhile committed to old Ocean's wave ; - No less in manners than in person brave , She went , a stranger , from her native strand , To seek her husband in a foreign land . That in her service I was brisk , I own 40.
... , this lovely maid , Awhile committed to old Ocean's wave ; - No less in manners than in person brave , She went , a stranger , from her native strand , To seek her husband in a foreign land . That in her service I was brisk , I own 40.
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... wave our wings ; Hush ! our Princess is at hand , In a mist aloft she flies , Sprinkling dew o'er sea and land , What time the pale star ' gins to rise ; Behind her floating chariot , soon , Along the winding shores will creep The fair ...
... wave our wings ; Hush ! our Princess is at hand , In a mist aloft she flies , Sprinkling dew o'er sea and land , What time the pale star ' gins to rise ; Behind her floating chariot , soon , Along the winding shores will creep The fair ...
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... tho ' late , Maid divine , to wed with Fate ; - For the nuptial pomp - around Banners wave , and trumpets sound , Veins of men libations pour , Sacred to the genial hour : 1 Be their offspring Death , .or Life , Lead me E 3 53.
... tho ' late , Maid divine , to wed with Fate ; - For the nuptial pomp - around Banners wave , and trumpets sound , Veins of men libations pour , Sacred to the genial hour : 1 Be their offspring Death , .or Life , Lead me E 3 53.
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THE FALL OF SWITZERLAND , BY MISS BANNERMAN . YE mountain - forests proudly wave , Your shades have nurs'd the good , the brave , And stretch'd o'er many a patriot grave Its solitary canopy . Ages have roll'd , and suns gone down ...
THE FALL OF SWITZERLAND , BY MISS BANNERMAN . YE mountain - forests proudly wave , Your shades have nurs'd the good , the brave , And stretch'd o'er many a patriot grave Its solitary canopy . Ages have roll'd , and suns gone down ...
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Сторінка 229 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Сторінка 191 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Сторінка 400 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil — Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters, iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.
Сторінка 306 - HAST thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course ? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC ! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful Form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again...
Сторінка 308 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Сторінка 190 - And I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the increase of the field, that ye shall receive no more reproach of famine among the heathen.
Сторінка 230 - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part where many meet...
Сторінка 183 - And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worshipped, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever.
Сторінка 307 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
Сторінка 183 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.